Anger
Anger
So often kept on such a tight leash
Once in a while I just lose control
More than once this beast
Has knocked me to my knees
Forgiveness is prayed for
Help is asked for
Yet I still cannot have full control.
It's what makes me yell and fuss,
Cut and cuss
It causes such sorrow
Things to live for
I must make up or borrow.
I bury my life in the valleys
Created by a blade
Aces and eights are a dead man's hand
I wish I had them all throughout the land
I wish I had the guts to finish what I start
To end it all
Because I don't
The snake creeps up my spine
Causing love and hate to intertwine.
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